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“Zhan-ge, what are you doing? Give me my shirt.” Yibo glared at him, attempting to feign annoyance even though a smile caused by the antics of the other man was already tugging at the corners of Yibo’s lips. He took a quick step forward, his arm outstretched to grab the piece of clothing, but Xiao Zhan just took a step back in time, the shirt in its semi-folded state lifted high above and away from Yibo who eventually backed down in resignation and with another, fiercer glare.
That didn’t mean he would stop trying though. He just needed to wait for Xiao Zhan to let his guard down, sway him into overconfidence that Yibo had given up. He still had about twenty minutes before he needed to leave for work, but he also had planned on getting a quick breakfast in his stomach in that time. Nonetheless, how could he not indulge Xiao Zhan when his own heart was already stuttering fondly in his chest.
“Zhan-ge,” he repeated as a pout appeared on his lips. He didn’t expect Xiao Zhan to give in yet and wasn’t disappointed. The other man just raised his brows while a smirk played on his soft lips. His eyes were boring into Yibo like a hawk, challenging him and both of them knew that Yibo wouldn’t refuse a challenge – least of all this one.
Yibo’s eyes slowly trailed up towards the shirt, assessing the situation. Xiao Zhan was careful to keep it out of his range and he was at least partly trying to keep its folded state and save it from wrinkling. Not that it would matter much since Yibo would be wearing a different outfit for the shooting later anyway.
“Give me my shirt and make me breakfast instead!” The other had the time, Xiao Zhan’s work day was lazy. As far as Yibo knew, the other man was set for a video call to discuss a potential role and perhaps something else, but the point was that Xiao Zhan had practically a free saturday to spend at home.
“Are you giving up already? Where is my little tiger’s fierceness?” Xiao Zhan playfully asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. The look alone caused a shiver to run down Yibo’s spine, however Xiao Zhan’s teasing tone set something aflame in the younger one’s chest. Without warning, he invaded Xiao Zhan’s space – not that the other seemed to mind by his unsettling smirk still in place – and grabbed for the other man’s arm, attempting to reach the wrist and pull it down.
Xiao Zhan swayed him away with his free hand, pushing where Yibo was pulling until Yibo lost his balance and staggered backwards with a yelp. His arms immediately sought out Xiao Zhan’s shoulders to prevent a fall, his fingers digging into bare skin beside the sleeveless top.
All the while, Xiao Zhan – obviously surprised himself – forgot about their little game and quickly dove forward to steady the other man in front of him, both his hands rushing to hold the waist. His touch was warm on Yibo’s bare skin and a small grateful smile tugged at his lips before he noticed the lucky chance that was presenting itself to him.
Promptly, the fight for the shirt started anew – this time, though, they were on similar ground with Yibo having gotten a hold of the soft material while Xiao Zhan refused to let go. They struggled back and forth for a few moments, Yibo grunting out for Xiao Zhan that he should finally give up and Xiao Zhan in return chuckling smugly into Yibo’s face.
Fuck, if only Yibo were to stay at home today as well. What he wouldn’t want to do with Xiao Zhan right now to replace the smirk with a needy groan. He wanted to lie him down, push him into the sheets and kiss him breathless while Xiao Zhan would struggle to give as good as he got. But Xiao Zhan always managed to blow Yibo’s mind, he wouldn’t just lie passively and let it happen. He would grind their hips together, would pull Yibo closer into his chest, would perhaps roll Yibo over onto his back or front.
The thought caused an inquenchable flutter to rise in Yibo’s stomach and he forced himself to draw his attention back to the present – to his task of getting dressed.
Xiao Zhan was watching him in his all-too-charming manner, his eyes firmly meeting Yibo’s while he patiently waited. Yibo huffed as he pulled at his shirt once more, his free hand’s attempt to loosen Xiao Zhan’s firm grip, even though it remained fruitless. The older man wasn’t giving in. They had come to a stall, Xiao Zhan’s free hand keeping Yibo at a distance and preventing him from another attack.
In the back of his head, Yibo practically felt time running away from them. “Zhan-ge, please.” When the other didn’t budge, Yibo added, “What about a trade? You give me my shirt and make me breakfast and when I come back tonight, I’m all yours. I’ll follow your lead.” It wasn’t anything that carried much weight – the whole deal was more for fun than anything else – since for one, he – and Xiao Zhan – still owned enough other shirts for him to wear, and on the other hand, more often than not, he already followed Xiao Zhan’s lead in bed – not to mention that he considered himself whole-heartedly Xiao Zhan’s anyway – therefore making the offer not that different to most other times. And both of them were very much aware of that. Nonetheless, the playful bribing was entertaining and watching his boyfriend consider the words in his mind excited Yibo.
Xiao Zhan gave him a contemplating glance, before he eventually relented. His smile turned wicked and he pulled Yibo in for a quick peck to his lips. “Deal.” Afterwards, he handed the piece of garment they had been fighting over to the younger man. At once, Yibo wanted to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off his boyfriend’s face, wanted to see it replaced by an unraveled look. Nonetheless, the quick agreement caused a rush of warmth to wash over him. He couldn’t wait for tonight. But first, he needed to do something about that smirk.
After carefully tossing the shirt on the corner of their nearby bed, Yibo jumped forward, dragging Xiao Zhan off his feet and throwing them both on the bed. The older man yelped indignantly, obviously not expecting the revenge to come right back at him. It served him right, Yibo thought, he definitely should have known better by now.
With single-minded determination, the younger one pressed Xiao Zhan’s body into the mattress, not losing any time to start a tickling fight.
“Ah, Yibo! Stop!” Xiao Zhan squeaked as he twisted and writhered under Yibo’s ceaseless ministrations, the fingers digging roughly into his sides until Xiao Zhan chocked on his own breath from all the laughter and begged for the younger to relent.
Xiao Zhan’s hits and pushes at the other man’s shoulders, but that didn’t stop him. Only when his body was left to helplessly twitch and he gasped for air, his face red from his struggle, did Yibo’s fingers still.
Finally being allowed to take long, even breaths, Xiao Zhan let his head fall back to the mattress. His eyes fixed on Yibo’s pleased expression when he quietly muttered, “You’re a menace.” Despite his words, he was already pulling Yibo in for a deep kiss in the next moment. Their lips were sliding along, tongues teasing each other until Yibo felt Xiao Zhan wrap his arms around his waist and settle the younger man entirely on top of him as he deepened the kiss.
The warm feeling caused by Xiao Zhan’s protective grip spread through Yibo’s whole body. He sighed into the kiss, enjoying the moment of just themselves, simply exchanging affectionate kisses, something that in his opinion came all too short in their relationship – although the reason behind that was mostly just due to their hectic schedules.
When Yibo pulled away, just an inch, for he didn’t want to miss the soft tickle of Xiao Zhan’s breath fanning over his own lips, he couldn’t help the wide smile appearing on his face. Fuck, he was still so in love with Xiao Zhan, even after all these years. The realization wasn’t new. In fact, he quite often found himself having similar thoughts, but it still hit him just how happy he was to still be allowed to love him and be with him.
Overcome by an urge to express the tender love and deep affection he felt for the other man, Yibo captured Xiao Zhan’s lips again.
At first, the older man was happy to reciprocate, eagerly pushing up into Yibo, although eventually he put a stop when the younger one was about to go in for another kiss. “Yibo, no time.”
Unfortunately, Xiao Zhan’s words were reasonable and Yibo had to accept that. He didn’t even want to guess how few minutes were left for him to get ready, perhaps not even enough for a quick breakfast, which meant he needed to grab something on the way to work or inbetween. Unwilling to part, but knowing there was no sensible choise, Yibo pushed himself off of the body below him and stood. With his left hand he reached for his shirt, already drawing it over his head while slowly stumbling towards the door to leave their bedroom.
As soon as he was properly dressed, arms slung around him from behind, hands dragging Yibo’s body back into Xiao Zhan’s warm chest as the older man rested his chin on Yibo’s right shoulder. The intimacy let Yibo forget why he had been in such a hurry just now, taking his mind to Xiao Zhan nuzzling his nose into Yibo’s cheek before placing a wet kiss there. “I’m just so fucking in love with you, and I love that for me.”
Xiao Zhan’s fond tone, the meaning of those words, how was Yibo supposed to react other than with a surprised gasp and a blush? He couldn’t help the shiver as his heart skipped a beat, and another. Hearing Xiao Zhan say such things, having him affirm how happy he was to be in love with Yibo just now set a new fire aflame in the younger one. He was overcome by a mix of gratefulness, delight and devotion to keep these feelings between them alive for the rest of their lives.
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After Yibo had come home and he and Xiao Zhan had finished dinner with easy chitchat, he had washed their used dishes in the sink, placing them on a towel to dry for now, before turning to walk with a warm quiver of nervous anticipation over towards his boyfriend who was currently in the process of collecting their dirty clothes for laundry. As soon as he stepped into the doorway to their bedroom, the playful grin tugging at Yibo’s lips gave his mood away. “Okay, Zhan-ge, I’m done.”
Hearing the approach, Xiao Zhan straightened up, a similar smile dancing on his beautiful features as he observed Yibo with a surprising intensity.
Without hesitation, Yibo followed his previous words up with what he actually had in mind, “Ready for whatever you want.”
Xiao Zhan’s brows rose, although his smile stayed in place while he crossed his arms expectantly over his chest. “Are you sure you are ready for whatever I want?”
Yibo’s cheeks heated up, the implications not uncommon, but they nevertheless always managed to take Yibo’s breath away in excitement. “Whatever you want.” It could mean a lot of things, from Xiao Zhan edging Yibo until he was crying and begging to Xiao Zhan taking him hard and fast, perhaps with less preparation than was probably adviced. Or it could mean something completely different. Yibo was open to trying a lot – outside and inside the bedroom, so it wasn’t like he would need much convincing – probably. He obviously couldn’t say for sure without knowing what the other might have planned in his head.
However, Yibo wouldn’t mind either way. It had been a comparatively easy day, leaving Yibo not as exhausted as expected. Especially since Xiao Zhan had finally arrived at their home yesterday to stay for at least four consecutive days which always renewed Yibo’s own energy levels.
Xiao Zhan gave him another one of his absolutely radiating smirks, making Yibo’s legs wobble unsteadily and forcing him to hold onto the door frame next to him. Xiao Zhan’s eyes trailed up and down along his body with a rare hunger as he stepped closer, his eyes already slightly blown and Yibo so wished to know what the other had in mind for tonight. It wouldn’t be long until he would find out anyway, he supposed, and simply gave one of his own overconfident grins in return before dragging the other man in for a deep kiss.
Xiao Zhan was pliant underneath his eager touch, letting his lips part to allow Yibo entrance. And Yibo didn’t hesitate, the quiet sounds of their exchange of kisses the only thing filling the otherwise starkly silent room.
For a long while, the older man allowed Yibo’s hands to wander over his back, pull their hips together and mess up his hair with his lean fingers. Only after Yibo dared to bite down on Xiao Zhan’s lower lip – perhaps a tiny bit too hard – did the older one finally back away. The newly acquired space between them gave them both the chance to take in the other one’s appearance, both looking rather debouched after their recent make out session.
“Bed?” Yibo asked quietly, his eyes leisurely wandering up until they met Xiao Zhan’s. His breath hitched when it didn’t take another second for Xiao Zhan to wrap his hand around Yibo’s wrist and drag the other one completely inside their bedroom.
“Undress, Bo-di.” To Yibo’s surprise, Xiao Zhan’s voice was more controlled than expected, his tone even, if not a bit commanding. The resulting shudder down Yibo’s back was telling more about his thoughts than his expression let on, although he started to pull his shirt over his head, slowly revealing his lean stomach.
Xiao Zhan was on him before the shirt reached the ground, his warm palms rubbing along his chest and down towards his stomach while his short nails grazed ever so slightly over the soft skin. With each motion, Yibo’s body twitched, tensed and un-tensed. His breath started to come out quicker, leaving his lips in uneven bursts. And even though Xiao Zhan was doing nothing other than slowly running his hands over the younger one’s stomach, Yibo’s hands rushed forward to clutch the other man’s soft hair with a needy whimper. His dick was hard and throbbing, ready for attention, but Xiao Zhan ignored anything below his waist for now.
“Zhan-ge.”
At the name being called, Xiao Zhan finally looked up at him, his eyelids heavy. There was fondness in his eyes though when he stepped away. “Get naked, Yibo. And on the bed,” he instructed with a smile that dripping with feinted innocence. There were some very different thoughts left hanging in the air between them, causing anticipation to rise further inside Yibo. In his chest, his heart had started racing at an incessant pace.
Taking a deep swallow, he opened the button on his pants and pushed them down his legs, revealing his thighs and crotch to Xiao Zhan’s hungry gaze. The other man was watching him, his eyes fixed on the groin area of Yibo, however after enjoying the sight for another second, he eventually forced himself to turn away and get supplies for what they would need tonight.
Yibo’s eyes trailed after him in curiosity while he himself slowly shed the last parts of his clothes and climbed on the bed. He got comfortable with his back leaning on the headboard while he waited.
After a moment, Xiao Zhan returned with a piece of clothing. He let himself sink down on the mattress in front of Yibo, a smile brimming with excitement had lifted the corners of his lips and Yibo couldn’t help but to return it with one of his own smiles. His heart was in his throat at the beautiful sight in front of him. Fuck, he was so in love with him – at least just as much as Xiao Zhan was with him.
“Now what do you want, Zhan-ge?” he managed to ask with a half-steady voice. Now that the other was sitting right there, Yibo’s legs slightly spread to make room for him, more nervousness had joined the excitement. Nonetheless, he was curious and eager to enjoy the evening.
“Come here, baby.” Xiao Zhan’s voice was gentle, coaxing Yibo without that being necessary – Yibo was more than ready to lean into Xiao Zhan’s arms on his own accord. Xiao Zhan hugged him for a long moment, his shirt rubbing along Yibo’s bare skin as the younger one shifted to mouth on Xiao Zhan’s neck.
With a careful grip on Yibo’s shoulder, Xiao Zhan entangled them enough to lift the piece of clothing up. “First, I want you not to know beforehand,” he whispered into his lips before he followed his words up with a tender kiss.
Yibo’s eyes had fallen shut during the kiss, but they were shooting open again when his mind started to process Xiao Zhan’s last words. For a short moment, he pondered the idea. He didn’t particularly enjoy being blind to what happened around him, but he did accept the other man’s explanation as reasonable – and he was still very much eager to find out where this would lead.
So with no objection coming from the younger one, Xiao Zhan started to set the piece of clothing over Yibo’s eyes, pulling it even and tying it behind the back of his head with a deft movement of his fingers.
“And now? Do you want to tie me up, too, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked with a cheeky grin playing on his lips. Not being able to see meant he was all the more attuned to Xiao Zhan’s every touch. And right now, Xiao Zhan had both palms on his bare chest, each thumb rubbing circles around Yibo’s nipples. They slowly drew closer and closer, building up the anticipation inside Yibo’s body without him being able to actually see it. The thrill caused his legs to tremble against Xiao Zhan’s knees, the warm touch calming in contrast to the playful teasing done to his chest.
When Xiao Zhan clenched the nubs and pulled, Yibo couldn’t help but move along, his torso rising and following Xiao Zhan’s movements with a breathy groan. His hands were clutching desperately onto the other man’s biceps, his fingers digging in to retain at least some balance while he had already forgotten that he was technically still expecting some form of answer to his last question.
All too soon, Xiao Zhan drew away, his warm enclosure vanishing from around Yibo’s body left the younger cold and he helplessly reached out. His ears picked up on receding footsteps though, letting him know that Xiao Zhan had veered away from the bed for whatever reason.
Impatience and need tugged at Yibo’s mind, so with a huff, he let himself fall back and waited. His imagination supplied him with possible scenarios that his boyfriend had come up with for them. Just the simple thought of Xiao Zhan’s hard length finally filling Yibo up was doing it for him, his dick already leacking profusely after the prior teasing had done its part as well. His entire body was trembling ever so faintly under the anticipation, eager to be taken and claimed. He wanted Xiao Zhan with every fibre of his being, he wanted to feel him on him and in him, and the blindfold keeping him guessing on Xiao Zhan’s whereabouts strained his patience the more seconds passed. Nonetheless, he kept quiet, his lips shut in a thin line. He wanted to be good, wanted to find out where Xiao Zhan was going to take him to.
The longer Yibo was kept waiting, the bigger the desire in his chest grew until he couldn’t help the whole-body shudder while a desperate urge to finally feel something fill his backside washed over him. His skin was heating up at a fast pace, his heartbeat stuttering in his ribcage.
After what seemed like half an eternity, Yibo heard footsteps approaching and the mattress dipping underneath another weight near his own body. Finally, he wanted to grind out, but refrained when Xiao Zhan didn’t lose time to maneuver Yibo around, positioning him on his hands and knees and gently pushing at his back until he let himself sink forward with his ass up.
A surprised breath escaped Yibo, but he went along willingly, his body compliant under the silent guidance of the older man’s warm hands on his naked skin. Suddenly – and without any hint or warning – a harsh slap landed on Yibo’s ass, just once as if Xiao Zhan wanted to test him. The firm cheek trembled under the abrupt impact. The following gasp seemed to appeal to all of Xiao Zhan’s buttons and in the next second, the younger man felt Xiao Zhan’s hips crush forcefully into his backside.
The hard line of Xiao Zhan’s arousal was plainly noticeable, even though there was still the layer of Xiao Zhan’s pants between them. Yibo couldn’t help the annoyed huff as he realized as much. What had Xiao Zhan even been doing in all that time when he had let Yibo wait on the bed if he didn’t even get undressed?
The tender kiss that was placed just behind the younger man’s left earshell placated him somewhat, but soon, he let his thoughts leave his mouth with an impatient shake in his voice. “Ge, please, your pants.”
He felt Xiao Zhan grind into his ass for a couple of times, the older man’s hands holding firmly onto his hips. Having Xiao Zhan’s hard cock so close yet not inside his pitifully clenching hole only tugged further on his patience and he arched his back in invitation to urge Xiao Zhan to take the next step, whatever that might be. Safe to say, it entailed some kind of fucking and Yibo had waited for long enough now, there was no point in waiting or showing restrain any longer.
Yibo’s twitching body seemed to have the desired effect for in the next second, Xiao Zhan backed off. Yibo heard him shuffling around and shifting on the dipping mattress and a moment later, warm, bare skin settled on his own while Xiao Zhan wrapped his entire body around Yibo whose arms soon gave out under the other man’s weight.
Xiao Zhan was so close to where Yibo wanted him and at the thought of what was soon to come, his heart skipped a beat. Eagerly awaiting Xiao Zhan’s next move, Yibo adjusted his legs, folding them tighter underneath his own body to be able to support Xiao Zhan more easily.
Meanwhile, lips trailed over Yibo’s left shoulder, the faint trace of saliva left behind made the younger one shiver, but he forced his body to keep still. The lips, accompanied by a hungry tongue which was now flickering along his spine, slowly traveled up until they reached Yibo’s neck. At first, only a soft nibble told Yibo of the place, then, Xiao Zhan bit down.
“Ahh!” Without his intention, Yibo’s entire body twitched desperately underneath Xiao Zhan’s ministration, a whimper followed suit as his bare ass pushed roughly into the older one’s dick.
“I know, baby. I’ll be quick,” Xiao Zhan whispered, the meaning in stark contrast to the slow kisses inbetween, his breath tickling over the soft skin.
Yibo remained quiet, not sure if he even was able to voice anything other than the impatient desire and anticipation rushing through his entire body when he were to open his mouth. In the meantime, his ears picked up the distinctive noise of the cap of a bottle being opened and he couldn’t help the excited smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
While Xiao Zhan’s kisses continued their path across Yibo’s shoulder blades, a slick finger breached the younger one’s rim with a swift push. There was no real resistance, Yibo just answered Xiao Zhan’s treatment with an antsy roll of his hips. The only response to that, in the older man’s eyes, was to add a second finger.
Yibo mewled, his walls clenching around the quick intrusion.
Xiao Zhan leaned back to take a look. Yibo was moving his hips along, encouraging his boyfriend to go deeper. His fingers were bunched up into fists and subconsciously twitching with each twist of Xiao Zhan’s own. His breathing had turned into heavy pants even though the younger was obviously intent on clinging onto the remainder of control he still possessed.
It didn’t matter, Yibo would completely let go soon enough and Xiao Zhan was a patient man – at least for most of the time. The pace at which he was thrusting his fingers into the younger man quickened, preparing him for a moment longer before a third finger joined the other two.
Promptly, Yibo keened, the swift stretching was on the edge of uncomfortable. His back was arching when he realized Xiao Zhan wasn’t slowing down. He had said so, after all, and Xiao Zhan was always seeking to keep his word.
In the end, it didn’t take long, before Xiao Zhan slid his fingers along Yibo’s walls one last time and pulled out. With it, a shudder ran down the younger man’s back, his muscles trembling under the weight and his own impatience.
Xiao Zhan watched the reaction with a pleased smile, his clean hand running in circles and with a fond tenderness over Yibo’s back. The tips of his fingers grazing gently over the skin before they nicked playfully between his ribs, similar to what the younger man had done to him this morning.
At once, Yibo yelped in surprise, his whole body twisting away as he sputtered indignantly, “Zha-Zhan-ge, don’t.” The breathy huff couldn’t prevent a smile from reaching his lips though, so Xiao Zhan took another minute to run his fingers along Yibo’s lean side, the tips teasingly dipping into the skin between the bones, before they languidly wrapped around Yibo’s waist to hold him still.
It was a satisfying sight to watch Yibo immediately shifting back into his previous position with his legs folded neatly underneath his body and becoming pliant. Immediately, Xiao Zhan expressed as much through another kiss to Yibo’s back, his lips gently grazing just atop his spine, lingering long enough for Yibo’s body to subconsciously shudder underneath the touch.
It was all the gentleness Xiao Zhan was willing to spare for now. After a last flicker of his tongue, he drew back and grabbed for the bottle of lube. He did quick work slicking his hard length before tossing the bottle to his side and pressing to Yibo’s eager backside. His hardness slid effortlessly between the cheeks, spreading slick along the crevice with the movement.
Being blindfolded meant for Yibo that despite his head facing sideways, he wasn’t able to see and consecutively prepare for Xiao Zhan’s swift breach. After the older had pulled back enough to reach with one hand between them and line his dick up with the slick entrance, he hadn’t denied his urge to take Yibo apart any longer.
Another wave of heat washed over Xiao Zhan as soon as he felt the walls tighten instinctively around him, welcoming him with a slight quiver. Yibo’s surprised groan was another pleasant addition to the sight that was presented in front of his eyes. The younger man’s willing body accepted Xiao Zhan with ease – too used to the practice. Therefore, the older didn’t hesitate to rock back and forth, each time a little deeper until his entire length was stuffed inside Yibo’s ass.
Yibo’s walls fluttered around each new movement, undecisive whether to tighten up or relax and allow the intrusion more easily. In the end, Xiao Zhan made that decision for him. Without another word, he drew back until, for a brief moment, only the tip was left to keep Yibo open. In the next second though, he was slamming back inside, filling Yibo up to the hilt while a quiet moan left his lips.
Yibo’s body twitched under Xiao Zhan’s palms and the younger man allowed low groans to fill the room with each breach, accompanied mainly by the harsh slapping of skin on skin as Xiao Zhan increased the pace to quick, shallow pounding, his hips slamming forcefully into Yibo’s backside.
At a particular hard thrust, a high, needy “Zhan-ge,” escaped Yibo’s lips and Xiao Zhan kept the angle, deeming it good enough to push the younger man towards the edge. Yibo wondered if he had planned for him to come so soon or if he just liked seeing him become unraveled in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, with the blindfold, Yibo wasn’t able to read the other man’s expression to determine which of the two was true.
Instead, he was focused on the sensations spiraling inside his body, heating up his fluttering stomach and clawing their way through his mind until nothing but heat and pleasure was left. Heavy puffs of air unsteadily left his throat, his slow loss of control of his own body plainly noticeable as his limbs were quivering ceaselessly and his breath unintentionally hitched anew with each time Xiao Zhan pushed deep inside and rammed into his prostate.
His legs strained from tension as Yibo tried to keep his balance while the rough treatment guided him straight to his climax. Every time Xiao Zhan entered him anew, he couldn’t help but clench up around him, his burning walls only edging him further. “Zhan-ge, I can’t-” He had meant to say that he couldn’t hold on, that he was too close, but Xiao Zhan didn’t seem to need him to finish that sentence.
At once, he pulled completely out and when Yibo wasn’t filled up again immediately, the younger shifted his hips back in search for the other man. “Zhan-ge, what are you doing?” The tone was too whiny for his own liking, but he couldn’t help himself. He had been so close, Xiao Zhan had given him everything he had needed just now, just to decide to leave him hanging like this? Yibo hated that, hated feeling so needy and on the edge to mindless bliss just to be haled back – and apparently observed, since Xiao Zhan wasn’t touching him at all any longer and neither did he reply. But he hadn’t left the bed, Yibo still sensed the slight dip of the mattress behind him. Nonetheless, he refused to beg, simply voicing his discontent with an annoyed grumble.
Xiao Zhan was moving behind him for a moment before eventually, his hands returned to Yibo’s body, his palms gliding up his back in a surprisingly tender manner. Soon though, he was guiding Yibo to sit up. Unable to see where Xiao Zhan wanted him, he was left to blindly follow. The older man drew him closer, Yibo felt his bodyheat tickling his own sweaty skin. His heart was still racing, incapable of calming down and his breaths came out in uneven puffs. When he felt Xiao Zhan’s arms sliding around his waist, he simply let himself fall forward into the other man’s chest with a pleased sigh.
He was caught effortlessly and even Xiao Zhan’s chuckle coming from above wasn’t enough to rile Yibo up. Only now that he had moved, he realized how much the muscles in his legs were aching from having maintained the same, straining position for so long. Feeling Xiao Zhan’s heated skin pressed to his own was at least distracting somewhat from the ache.
“Are you alright?” Xiao Zhan asked with a gentle tone, his breath tickling Yibo’s temple.
The younger one only managed to quietly mumble his reply, “Mn. Zhan-ge, why did you stop?”
Xiao Zhan placed a quick kiss to Yibo’s head, his fingers cradling through his messy hair before loosened the hold around Yibo’s waist. “Come here,” he instructed as his palms guided Yibo properly onto his lap. With one hand, he reached for his own steadily-leaking dick to squeeze it teasingly. Next and without another word, he positioned himself at the loose entrance and pushed in while he dragged Yibo back down.
The younger man keened, his tone stuttering into a sigh and his hands instantly seeking Xiao Zhan’s shoulders to steady himself. There was a weird sensation of feeling whole once more, even though that was stupid. They were each perfectly capable of being their whole self on their own, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t long to share his whole self with the other man.
Xiao Zhan managed to force out another needy groan from Yibo with an upward push of his pelvis. Yibo’s fingers dug painfully into his shoulders as Xiao Zhan enjoyed seeing him withering on his cock with just a few shallow thrusts.
Nonetheless, it didn’t take long for Xiao Zhan to still their movements again, one arm slung around the other man’s back to hold him close. His dick was squeezed by Yibo’s rhythmically-pulsing walls and he had to actively remind himself to focus to withstand the rising pleasure threatening to overtake mind and body.
Yibo’s breaths came out in uneven pants, his head bowed forward and his forehead resting on the other man’s shoulder. However, when he noticed his tight grasp on Xiao Zhan’s skin, he made an effort to loosen up and shake some of the tension that had build up in him.
The older man’s breath was a constant tickle near his left ear, distracting and soothing in its own way and leaving Yibo unprepared for the finger unexpectedly pressing between his relaxed walls and Xiao Zhan’s hard length. There was no hesitation, the finger pushing in as deep as it could reach.
A sudden suck of air ended in a whimper as it escaped Yibo’s lips and his quiet pants turned to low gasps. “Zhan-ge.” His mind was blank, empty of all thoughts other than the man under and around him. Xiao Zhan’s scent was addicting, mingled with their sweat and the smell of sex and Yibo couldn’t help his hold tightening while his entrance clenched around the added intrusion. At least, the older had used lube, his finger gliding easily with the aid of a familiar slickness.
“Shh.” Xiao Zhan’s gentle voice broke through Yibo’s hazy mind and pulled him back with a slow kiss to the top of his head where he was able to reach. Meanwhile, after having pumped his finger in and out a few times, he added a second one, all the while watching for Yibo’s reaction.
The other man’s mind ran wild, unable to grasp onto any of the brief images wringling through his head. Only one image, one wonder, was left, a curiosity for what exactly Xiao Zhan had planned. It kept him focused enough to force his body to relax and go along though, ignoring the twitch of his walls, the slight burn at his rim whenever both fingers pried deep inside.
The heat that washed over him at the sheer flicker of a thought – one where Xiao Zhan was testing him, stretching him to his limit and beyond – was only feeding his own arousal further. With a breathless grunt, he clung tighter onto Xiao Zhan’s shoulders, his eyes squeezed shut underneath the blindfold. Feeling his touch was all he had to go of on, and even though he didn’t particularly enjoyed being denied the sight of Xiao Zhan’s hungry eyes, he didn’t think it possible for him to do anything other than to simply hold on in eager anticipation and bear the pain that came with the wide stretch.
When Xiao Zhan inserted a third finger along with his other two, Yibo’s body was wrecked by an intense shudder. He was so hard – still - while the slight pain tugging at his lower half fueld his excitement. Only when the other whispered soothingly, “You are doing so good, Yibo, baby,” did Yibo realize how Xiao Zhan’s name had mingled inbetween his own groans to a constant chant falling from his lips. Promptly, he shut his mouth, but when the fingers inside him twisted roughly, he couldn’t help his mouth parting as a quiet whimper climbed its way up his throat.
Xiao Zhan thrust his fingers at a quick pace, now and then spreading them apart for further stretching while he kept his own pulsing arousal still for the time being. Yibo’s body twitched and rose with every push inside, only Xiao Zhan’s free arm around his waist kept him mostly in place.
His breathing had turned ragged and Xiao Zhan softly nibbling on his ear only increased the pleasure rising inside the younger man. With the current circumstances, Yibo was metaphorically racing towards the edge.
Unfortunately, Xiao Zhan seemed to sense the same because he stopped his ministrations, letting his fingers glide over the quivering walls one last time before pulling out. Before Yibo had the chance to question the decision, something else, something hard and definitely bigger than the fingers pushed against his sore rim. The pressure quickly became too much and in the next second, the hard object breached Yibo’s entrance, forcing its way inside without mercy and taking its place to fit beside the older man’s dick already occupying most of the space.
Yibo clenched down on the intrusion on instinct, the stretch painful and appearing way wider compared to the fingers, but Xiao Zhan was unrelenting. After a short halt, he pulled back just to knock it deeper on the next thrust inside. While he repeated the process, constantly feeding more of the dildo into Yibo’s straining channel, the younger one sobbed a shaky, “Too m- ah, much,” into Xiao Zhan’s neck, although he was unsure if the other man’s ears were even able to pick the quiet mumble up at all.
By the time the sharp pressure in his backside had become a painful, but even burning from being filled up so extensively, Yibo realized something was tugging at the back of his head. In his next unsteady exhale, the blindfold fell away from his face, his eyes finally being welcomed by the bright light illuminating the room from the ceiling. He blinked a couple of times, realized he had tears in his eyes that were now threatening to fall down his cheeks and made his sight blury. A gasp escaped his lips and he chocked, more surprised by his own state now that he was able to see than anything else.
Xiao Zhan immediately cupped his cheeks and pulled him close for a kiss, his tongue soothingly running over Yibo’s lips before he was allowed entrance and they exchanged a few deeper kisses. While Yibo was eagerly melting into the tender affection, his backside was straining to accommodate the hard dick and the dildo and since Xiao Zhan’s hands were holding his face, he wondered if he could manage to find some relief from the added pressure. He shifted ever so slightly just to realize that the other man had his thigh blocking the dildo and preventing it from sliding out.
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhan peppered his face with more pecks, his lips wandering over both cheeks, his jaw, his chin, his forehead, his nose, until they arrived back where they started and captured Yibo’s own in another thorough kiss. Afterwards, he leaned back and mustered Yibo carefully, probably to judge the state and the level of pain he was in. Whatever he saw, he finished his examination with another wet kiss, before he softly praised, “You are doing so well for me, Bo-di.” It helped to distract Yibo from the burn and he was determined to bear through the rest. He had said as much at the beginning and now, with not only Xiao Zhan’s dick, but a sizable dildo up his ass as well, he was surprised by himself how well he took it, all things considered, and therefore had no intention of giving in, of giving up.
One palm remained cupped around Yibo’s cheek while Xiao Zhan’s other hand returned to Yibo’s backside and only then, when Xiao Zhan cautiously wriggled the dildo inside Yibo’s channel, did the younger realize that he had already taken the entirety of the toy. His breath hitched, caused by the realization or Xiao Zhan’s ministrations, he couldn’t tell, but it helped to make him more confident that he wouldn’t need to go back on his word from earlier.
With each passing minute, he became more used to the extensive stretch, his walls sore, but at least allowing Xiao Zhan to continue to move the dildo around in ever wider motions. The spiel went on while the other man repositioned his other hand back around Yibo’s waist to help support his weight.
Eventually, he deemed Yibo ready enough to experimentally thrust his hips up. The movement instantly drew a mewled whimper out of Yibo who was pushed forward into the other man’s chest.
All the while, Yibo felt Xiao Zhan’s eyes attentively watching his every reaction, checking for any sign that the other man might want to stop, but since Yibo wasn’t voicing any of the like, he cupped Yibo’s ass, making sure to keep the dildo locked inside before he started to lift him up. Yibo’s hard dick was squeezed between their bodies, noticeable pulsing with arousal. There was no way Xiao Zhan wasn’t aware of that either.
The older man allowed his own hard length to slide halfway out of Yibo’s tight entrance, keeping his backside suspended in the air for a brief second before he dragged him back down, gravitation doing most of the work in spearing Yibo open on the dick and dildo. He grunted, but didn’t complain and even though he now had the possibility to see, his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to take deep, steadying breaths to regain some control. Nonetheless, the experience, the sheer sensation itself, had washed through him until it was all he had left to feel and for his mind to perceive.
With every push, the dildo was nudged and shifted inside him, and each time, a shiver ran down Yibo’s spine. By now, his hole had accepted the huge intrusion, spreading along and allowing Xiao Zhan and the dildo to claim their respective space inside him with no restrain.
Nonetheless, the younger man’s body was still tense and it was difficult to relax further as he fought to keep his balance while Xiao Zhan was eagerly increasing the force of his thrusts with the limited movement. When Yibo almost fell off, but landed harshly back in the other man’s lap after a quick adjustment of the older man’s grip, Xiao Zhan seemed to recognize the problem.
Without hesitation, he leaned forward and let Yibo fall on his back with an indignant yelp. During the fall, Xiao Zhan’s dick slipped out of him, pulling the dildo along, although the toy remained mostly inside. Still, the relief of some pressure was welcomed, even if it were bound to last only for a short while.
Yibo was pulled out of his own bubble, in which he was completely engulfed by all the sensations that were raining down on him through Xiao Zhan and where he was trying hard to find a solid stance in the wild waves first of all, by Xiao Zhan’s familiar voice. The tone was gentle, calling his name until Yibo’s eyes finally managed to meet the other man’s.
A small, subconscious smile was tugging on Xiao Zhan’s lips as his eyes intentionally wandered up and down over Yibo’s body before they found his again and he sighed fondly. “Breathtaking.”
“Don’t be so sappy,” Yibo retorded at once, surprised at his own relatively steady voice.
Xiao Zhan just laughed, his bright tone ringing through the quiet room. It distracted Yibo from his momentary annoyance, causing a small exasperated smile to appear on his own face. The following huff to hide how his heart was entirely overwhelmed by Xiao Zhan’s honest show of happiness didn’t go unnoticed either.
Xiao Zhan leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. The warmth worked like a catalyzer to spread the mingle of Yibo’s awareness of his own devotion along with the rush of urgent desire throughout his whole body, reaching every fibre of his being until he couldn’t deny it any longer.
After the kiss, Xiao Zhan didn’t immediately pull away. First, he whispered in a low, playful tone into the other one’s mouth, “You always keep your word, huh?”
They both knew that there had been more than a handful instances in their shared lives when one or the other couldn’t stay true to what had been agreed upon beforehand – due to scheduling conflicts, political, social or fan issues reflecting down upon either or both of them, or simply because life sometimes just was like that and no matter how hard you tried, it wasn’t possible to succeed in what you wanted every single time. Nevertheless, both were always making their best effort and that had to count for something, in Yibo’s opinion.
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhan’s fingers had climbed over Yibo’s stomach to settle on his thighs, wrapping firmly around the muscular flesh before yanking him downwards and into Xiao Zhan’s lap with a forcefull pull. Apparently, he didn’t seem to expect an actual response from the younger one.
Yibo’s reaction was instant. The gasp that escaped his lips was just one expression of his body being overtaken by another wave of intense arousal at the harsh contact. Along with the motion, the dildo was pushed deeper as well, causing his limbs to start quivering ever so faintly in excitement once more.
Xiao Zhan didn’t lose time to position the other man to his liking. Almost with a casual glint in his eyes, he pushed Yibo’s legs up towards his chest, bending him until the older one had easy access to Yibo’s backside. “Keep them like this for a moment,” he ordered. The other one complied as Xiao Zhan’s eyes roamed over the bare, willing body in front of him. The stretched rim had swelled around the dildo still settled inside, clamping down on the foreign object, red and angry.
At the intense stare, Yibo couldn’t help the noticeable twitch of his body. Xiao Zhan’s response was to squeeze his thigh before his hand left his body to align himself with Yibo’s entrance. With one hand, he drew the dildo aside while one finger made enough room for him to push the tip of his hard length past the tight rim. As soon as had succeeded in burying half his dick inside, he returned his hands to Yibo’s thighs, pressing down on them to keep the other still while he forced himself the rest of the way in with a content sigh.
Yibo took the penetration with a quiet grunt, more relieved to have the other return his focus to getting him off than the uncomfortable strain. This time around, the stretch wasn’t as wide due to the more accessible position, but on the other hand, it gave Xiao Zhan more space for movement. And he seemed intent on using it, his eyes dark and filled with arousal.
A shiver ran down Yibo’s spine. He forced himself to keep still and take deep breaths in preparation for what was to come. And Xiao Zhan didn’t disappoint – not that he ever really had.
Not wasting any more time, the older one pulled out, the hard dildo following along, a firm weight against Yibo’s walls which were subconsciously clasping tighter, unwilling to let go. With two thirds of the dildo still inside, Xiao Zhan slammed his hips back into Yibo’s ass, his dick returning as deep into the other man’s body as possible. Immediately, he repeated the motion, the treatment rough enough to push Yibo up the bed with every thrust.
Desperately, the younger man held onto his own legs just to have something to dig his fingers into and release some of his tension as the pace turned unexpectedly fast. He hadn’t even noticed the quiet, but constant sobs falling out of his mouth until one of Xiao Zhan’s hand started to soothingly caress Yibo’s jaw. For a brief moment, his thumb dipped between Yibo’s lips, offering a distraction to quench some of the noise.
Yibo accepted it eagerly, his tongue flickering over the finger in a welcoming manner, although all too soon, Xiao Zhan drew his thumb back and in the next second, his hand had found its way to Yibo’s steadily leaking arousal. Just one touch managed to drag a ragged whimper out of him, his hips unconsciously rising to follow the hand.
All the while, Xiao Zhan maintained a rough and fast pace, ramming into the willing body over and over again until Yibo couldn’t keep his frantic sobs quiet any longer. Each time, Xiao Zhan fucked into him, the hard dildo was dragged along, extending Yibo’s walls anew and never allowing the burning ache to settle into a subliminally sting.
With each teasing pull and stroke on his dick, Yibo felt himself stumble closer to orgasm. Pleasure was building at a rapid pace and he was unable to prevent his voice rising higher when another hard thrust wrecked his body.
Xiao Zhan visibly enjoyed watching Yibo’s body writhering desperately underneath his unrelenting thrusts until the younger man was completely overcome by bliss. A long, drawn-out groan spilled from between his lips, his whole figure tensing up. He was unable to keep still as his orgasm shook through his body and he came all over his own stomach.
It took a long while for Yibo to find his way back to himself. For some time after his orgasm, he had been simply floating, raveling in the mindless pleasure pulsing faintly through him. Eventually though, with Xiao Zhan still chasing his own climax and therefore still pounding relentlessly into Yibo’s backside, he was brought back to the physical world. The pressure in his ass only grew, reminding him once more of the constant ache which had been momentarily forgotten, but was still there with the same intensity as before.
The older one, however, didn’t slow down, the tight squeeze of Yibo’s walls only edging him on until he lost himself in rough, uneven twitches and finally spilled inside.
Yibo’s limp body bore the last few thrusts with quiet gasps and groans until the older eventually pulled out. As the pressure left his sore entrance, a breath of relief left Yibo’s lips. Slick was dripping down the crack between his cheeks where it had managed to escape between the walls and the dildo, but he felt too tired, utterly exhausted to care.
With one hand, Xiao Zhan held Yibo’s legs up, forcing him to remain in the position for a little while longer, while his other hand finally yanked the last intrusion out. A breathy groan left Yibo’s lips, but otherwise he stayed unresponsive. His eyes slowly trailed over towards Xiao Zhan’s eyes, wondering why he wasn’t letting go of his legs, when his cheeks were heating up at the realization what had caught the other man’s attention.
Xiao Zhan’s eyes were firmly fixed on the younger man’s tingling backside. The empty feeling that had been left behind let Yibo guess of the image he must offer right now. The thought of his sore ass, stretched immensely wide and left gaping after his boyfriend’s rough treatment caused his walls to clench subconsciously under the intense stare.
“I have half a mind to bury myself in you again, Yibo.” Xiao Zhan’s quiet confession made Yibo’s face unintentionally heat up. His mind was still somewhat hazy, still floating somewhere between senseless bliss and sheer exhaustion, when he replied, his mouth quicker than his brain, “Do it.”
Xiao Zhan’s eyes widened slightly as he mustered Yibo, before a frown replaced his surprise and he finally loosened his grip on the other man’s legs which instantly fell down into the wrinkled sheets. So that was a no.
Instead, Xiao Zhan maneuvered Yibo to lie on his side, then propped himself up on his own side, face to face with the other man and cautiously spoke, “Doesn’t it hurt? Yibo, perhaps another day is better, don’t you think so?” His fingers were running gently along Yibo’s arm, softly squeezing his muscles as if to stress for the the younger one not to forget about his own body’s needs.
Yibo sighed, but didn’t complain. The faint pulsing in his backside was still present in his mind, reminding him that Xiao Zhan was probably right, so he simply shifted closer to nudge his head into the other man’s chest and mumbled, “Then another day. Before you leave again in a few days.” His arms found their way around Xiao Zhan’s back and his heart warmed when he heard the older man’s soft chuckle.
Xiao Zhan agreed before he snuggled closer, wrapping himself as tightly as possible around Yibo’s form as if he never wanted to let go and Yibo was more than content to simply hold on as well as his eyes fell closed, a satisfied smile staying behind on his tired face.